Because of this, she carefully tidied up the entire room, and at a glance, one could see the efforts of the hostess. For instance, the carefully chosen floral curtains, the small potted plant on the desk, and a pair of peach heart-shaped throw pillows.
Sheets, duvet covers, pillows, curtains, and even the floor—all were in the same color scheme, with a notably sturdy plain base color and just a hint of little flowers at the edges, giving a sensation of being warmly bathed in sunlight. All other preparations were also exceedingly well done.
Upon entering, the slippers were already ready on the floor. Jian Anning asked attentively, "Zexiao, would you like to rest first, or perhaps you'd like some water, or would you prefer to take a bath?"
Yu Zexiao looked at her and saw her eyes were full of tenderness. Not only that, her gestures were incredibly considerate, a stark contrast to her previous, rigid demeanor.
Looking around the room, he could feel her meticulousness and effort.
